Albert The Forgiving 2013

Albert The Forgiving

He wants to bite.

I wag my finger.

Whining just a bit,

He sits.  I win

This time.

He shambles out, a little

Disappointed cat.

I know exactly ‘where he’s at’,

His psyche visible.

Then, as usual

He’s back

Albert the gentle.

I think that’s incredible!

Albert The Forgiving 3.31.2013

Cat Book;

Arlene Corwin

Pursuing The Big Picture 2013

            Pursuing The Big Picture: (A poem about chaos)

What defines the chaos order?

Unity within?

Ordered chaos?

Fractals; re- re- reproduction:

Repetition in the pattern;

Figures in unendingness without a pause,

Each cause effect, effect a cause;

An infinitely complex picture.

Breaking down into reactions,

Fractals: patterns never ending;

Simple rules for complex systems.

What a thought!  Repeats – but not exactly;

Exactititude yet paradox.

Unity/diversity. Transmognified simplicity.

Creation’s dust resulting in

A man.

The answers stand evolving, testing,

Keeping, building on each magic;

Organizing-self; the miracle –

AndiIf you will, the oracle.

Evolving, time scale cosmic.

All the time refining.

Interacting and surviving.

This creation does its thing.

Trial and error.

New, un-programmed,

Organizing self to Self

Spontaneously unintentioned;

A dynamic universe.

Always picking, choosing: new.

Nature’s mathematics.

One might say God’s thumbprint.

Mandelbrot.  Great.

Beautiful.

Pursuing The Big Picture 12.20.2010 revised 3.28.2013

Circling Round Reality; Nature Of & In Reality; Circling Round Nature;

Arlene Corwin

Private Stuff 2013

       Private Stuff

 

I cut my hair

In training for

A cancer

I may never

Have.

Shorter, shorter, shorter…

A defense

Against

            the vanity

That rules decision.

(I’ll find other roads to beauty).

 

Private Stuff 3.26.2013

Circling Round Vanity II; Birth, Death, & In Between II;

Arlene Corwin

What does It Mean When Your Friends Start Dying 1992/2013

What Does It Mean When You’re Friend Start Dying?

(On reading of the death of Red Mitchell)

 

What does it mean when your friends start to die –

Not only your friends but the people you’ve met?

I’m getting so tired of rhyming with dying,

Of trying to fathom the feel in my gut;

Of trying to find the most honest reaction –

Appropriate action – without adding “but…”

The chock, sudden absence,; unturnable, -backable,

Plans of “I’ll show them” that then become sackable;

Plans that seemed meaningful only just yesterday,

Losing the life force that held them in play.

Motives once framed in nobility’s name

That now sound profane, vain and fill me with shame;

Those I’d have given a million to stir,

To hear them once say,| “Oh, my heavens, it’s her!”

Those who had influence I yearned to touch;’

Those who I wanted to say, “She’s too much,

She’s the best!”  Their souls are at rest.

No one to impress.  Their bodies are gone.

Importance is less than that speck on the wall.

In fact, their importance is nothing at all.

But the memory lingers on.

What does it mean when your friends start to die;

And not always friends just the people you’ve met ?

It changes the places you wanted to get.

And parents? That’s worse!

You’re left there to nurse one more question of where

They are now.  You may curse

But there’s nothing to do, no thing to reverse.

The famous, the eminent names that you read –

One day when you pick up the papers, they’re dead.

One of life’s hiccups.  You hardly think twice.

A blending of fate and the throwing of dice.

You think about cause and effect, and you sigh

“Some of my friends are beginning to die.

My generation has started to go.”

My bass playing colleague dropped dead on the eighth.

I’m trying to take, even welcome that fate,

Think it’s my real home, deepen that faith,

Change the old patterns that soiled a past –

When it comes, as it must, say “At last, God, at last!”

It ain’t easy.

What Does It Mean When Your Friends Start Dying 11.11.1992

Birth, Death & In Between; Special People Special Occasions (Red Mitchell); Vaguely About Music II;

Arlene Corwin

 

Unpublished Notes to What Does It Mean When Your Friends Start Dying?

 

Headline, breadline, literal deadline.

“Oh”, I sigh. “Me oh my!

All of my friends have started to die.

Maybe it helps to accept, even welcome…

Finding a faith in what may be my real home…

Change my behavior,

Cast sins to the wind

Passed/future de-sinned.

(found 3.11.2013)

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Spring Energy

Spring Energy

 

A homely scene;

Coffee in the morning room.

Albert Cat comes in.

Crouching, Albert’s stretched and scratched

A patient couch (that withstands all),

And now, the ultimate & quintessential game of

BALL!

To throw, be chased, never be fetched.

(He’ll chase & catch, but never fetch.

The thrower (I!) become the fetcher).  Ridiculous!

Then to the door,

A game no more,

He’s out, (thank goodness).

 

Spring Energy 3.24.2013

Circling Round Nature; Cat Book;

Arlene Corwin

God Push-ups 2001/2013

God Push-Ups

“Good morning, God”,

She says, while sitting on the step

Outside the house, eating her meusli.

“Plan my day! No,

Let me carry out

The plan You made before the suns!

No, make it clearer to me,

Let me be

obedient.

I mean, let me go up a step or two

With energy or clarity –

Or both.”

Is this to be a day

Self-disciplined, constructive,

Or is it to be a vagrant day,

A turgid brain,

A day of sloth?

Good morning, God.

You know already;

It’s been planned.

Let this anomalously baby-wish

Make me somebody’s helping hand.

Yours?

You don’t need help.

Theirs?

They’re in the plan as well.

Mine, my own?

Well, maybe, since I too am programmed.

Everyone needs push-ups.”

God Push-ups 7.3.2001/3.20.2013

To The Child Mystic; God Book;

Arlene Corwin

A Word Is Not Innocuous 2013

A Word Is Not Innocuous

 

You never know when what you say

Will influence a life.

An observation vocalized,

A compliment, an insult –

Bloom or rot,

Doors are opened or they’re bolted

Shut –

A word is not innocuous;

An incubus

To pay attention to.

 

A Word Is Not Innocuous 3.18.2013

Definitely Didactic;

Arlene Corwin

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